When I
started these ‘note’ I thought paper would be the issue, guess again it’s more
the time. Through my idea of the royal servant might be a bit tainted by my
personal relationship to mistress. The best part was to stomp on the echo of
those other slaves trough.

It was after
I was dropped in a small side room next to the queens private room. The door
leading towards it was hidden within the wall. I was dropped by the guards on
the wooden floor. “The slaves will be here soon to prepare you. Be happy slave,
this is the best live you will ever get.” I slowly stood up, feeling the dried
blood crack on my calves. The room was at least three time as large as the old
room. It had own bathing chambers, large bed. Mirror and grooming supplies. I
would like it here, compared to the mines this was heaven.

When the
slaves came in, I had to struggle to get a god complex myself. “Please master,
have a seat” the long blond slave had to bow for me. Behind him, the brown
haired women had a box of medical supplies. I leaned back in one really
comfortable seat, I was not expected this level of comfort for a slave. The two
went to work as soon as I was seated. “So” I started “So you believe me now
that I don’t stole the neckless from Goddess?” The long blonde male nodded “yes
I believe you master, I am sorry master, please don’t punish me master.” I
could see the partial fear in his eyes, always giving me the hard way and now
suddenly have to listen to me.

Next thing
for my new job was a new cloths. The old ones did not suit me anymore, well so far
I had cloths. The ropes where stripped from my body leaving me naked as the day
I was born, or hatched. Knowing my past, I have no idea on how I came in this
world anymore then I had on who was my mother. Trough I had a pretty damned
good idea on who could be trough. The new ropes where fit for a prince, where
these slave ropes? Even for a servant of the queen, it looked a bit more
stylish. “Master” The brown haired women said to me, wanting to ask something.
Trough she spoke not without approval, whom I gave. “The goddess never gave
actual royal cloths to the servants.” So it was something unique, that drives
up the likely hood of my idea. “What did you do to get this reward from the
goddess?” I smiled, she was eager I could tell. “I supposed a puzzle to the
goddess she wanted to solve.”

“A puzzle”
she wanted to look up but last minute she looked down again. I could not help
but to glimmer at the  question “Me” I
said, then I had to add “And you forgot to call me master” “I am sorry master”
was her reply. I could not help but to look around the room, the bells that
where connected with ropes trough the palace. The queen could call me from most
important places in the palace. Then the second door in my room, I know behind
it was the private chambers of the queen. I wondered, why the royal servant
would need a door directly into the room where the queen slept.

I had the
rest of the morning and midday to me. I was allowed to read into some papers
about my new status. Mostly just the tasks I had to do. Anything the queen
demands summed those up. Trough there where some perks, three hot steaming
meals a day curtesy  of the queen
herself. I called in one of the slaves with a steaming hot meal that moment.
Meat soup with some bread, it was still a slave meal, trough it was welcome.
The soup was the end of my free time trough, I was barely done with it before
one of the bells rang, it came from the queens private chamber. Strange I did
not even hear her coming in, the walls must be really insulated…Now that I think
about it, it was most then logical one does not want a slave to hear all the
bed adventures.

“Xeriantir”
My real name rang trough the chamber once I entered through the slave door. The
queen was sitting on her bed, gazing at me. “You are supposed to be dead.” Well
that was something new to hear, from all the possible scenarios I wished to
dream about, this was not among it. “I beg your pardon mistress, Do you know
me?” The queen nodded slowly her eyes locked up on me with a gaze that was
devoid of emotions. And I was not looking down, not paying respect like I
should to her. I quickly bowed, realising my mistake, the name calling caught
me off-guard. “Yes, You have your father’s build, trough it was hard to
recognise you with human flesh not draconic scales.”

“You knew
my father?” I almost forgot to add “Mistress” in all the rush of adrenaline The
queen nodded and patted the bed next to her. “Yes, I never forgotten his face”
I walked over and set next down to her, quite odd for a slave. “A mother never
forgets a child’s eyes, now show them again” And like I was commanded I did,
before I even realised what she just said, confirmed for me.

You know
that feeling when you are positive of something but it’s so extravagant, over
the top, to surreal that you never believe it’s true. Wait, she just told me I
am her son right? Also what was the comment with the scales. “Mistress?” I
asked unsure what to finally make of it, I could see my own purple eyes
reflected in hers. It was still surreal. “Say it” her hot breath flushed over
my face. “Mother…” I could feel a hot tear roll down my flesh. “You forgot to
say mistress” The queen stood up, turning around. To walk away from me to a
small table with photos on it. “But yes you are right. I had to see your true
eyes first trough.” She spoken to me while taking up a frame, I felt my heart
stop with that odd sensation. A life quest had been ended here and now, yet It
did not satisfy me. “You said I had draconic scales mistress?” She turned
around, waving a photo around, showing herself, a green dragon and a smaller
purple hatchling scuttled in her arm. “I am a queen, Xeriantir do you honestly
think I can give birth to a human, partly human child in secrete? You were
hatched.” Well that solved the question I had earlier that day. “And who is
that green dragon mistress” She smiled, for the first time ever she shown
emotions. “A cover up, I found out that I was pregnant from your dad in time so
I went into a mate agreement with another high ranking dragon. He agreed to
give me a child and then move on.” Her tone became sour, Well now I hear how my
father died. “Your father became jealous, I don’t blame him. He overstepped
what a slave should do and he got himself executed. We both, other and I cared
for you till you were five…then you began to show some oddities. I know you
where part human but he…He didn’t want to have the world to know his seed was
wrong.”

I was
overwhelmed with a truckload of information that day, just all in a short time
spent I was told I was the queens son, that my father was executed, that my
mother had to sleep with a dragon to protect me and my father and I feared what
could be more.

“So he made
you disappear. I outcast him of course, we found his body a month later.
Murdered by free slaves. Yet I never seen you again, now I guess he made you
human, or largely human.” I could not help but to stand up, walk to mistress
and embrace her chest. Burying my head in her chest. “And this is what kind of
overstepping your slave boundaries are…” she said, stern, through an underlying
tone made me doubt she meant it. I broke the embrace never the less. “I
transformed myself, you taught me to. Mistress.” She gazed at me with amazement
“Somatic memories so they were given to you.” I nodded at my mother. “Not that they
helped beyond that point. After the first transformation I could only do my
eyes, the knowledge lost on me through the years. Mistress” The queen, my
mother, looked at me with a face of, would disappointment be a good word? Maybe
she expected me to be able to become a dragon and wish? Through this was my
form, I felt comfortable being human. It is what I grown up in and where I came
accustomed to. “What you expect me to do now Mistress?” I asked her, wondering
really. I found my mother but it was not the end of the trouble. “I expect you
to help me” She said mater of factilly. “How can I help you mistress?” She
smiled “By being my King.” 

Now I felt
my heart pounding in my chest, trying to get out or break my ribs. How was I
supposed to become a King never mind the fact that my mother would be Queen.
Now my mother must have been really well at reading  my facial expressions or she just expected me
to behave like this. I could feel the colour pull away from my skin and become
light headed. “And no, This does not mean you have to sleep with me. In
draconic society a King and Queen are not choice because of sexual or
romantically attraction. You choice the person you rule with because of their
worth, There have been quite some kings who had their mother as queen to help
them but had their own mates. One does not exclude the other.”

I still
needed time to ease my mind, it would not be every day that I would be upgraded
from slave to king. No slave had ever been freed from their collar and here I
am offered being king. “Uhm” I started to speak, unable to say something about
this all. “don’t I need a dragon to be a king?” My mother nodded “But seeing
you can change shape that would not be an issue. Besides I need help with my
mission.”

“Your
mission mistress?” I asked, I could not help but to half tilt my head and raise
my eyebrow. “Yes, I want to re integrate the humans into our society. The
enslavement have taken up to much time already.” I could not help but to think
about the connection between my dad and my mother now, was he the connection
why she had this mission. Granted I was rather happy to see the humans out of
the slave collars but still, something jabbed at me. “Is this because of my
father mistress?” But the queen shook her head at me. “No it was before your
father, it was just…” She paused “Your father was a puzzle, intelligent and not
afraid for dragons like you are now. Over the time he had been my royal servant
we just became intimate”

Okay, I do
not care she was queen and I was a servant. I did not want to hear about my
parents sexual life! There still should be some boundaries? Right? I just have
to hope who ever read this will understand my issue here.

“And I was
hatched, I get it. But why does it take more than twenty years to free the
slaves even a single one. Mistress” My mother, queen guided me back to the
large bed inside of the room. “Because our society is build up on slave work,
we can’t give them freedom or show how much power they really have. Sure we can
manage small riots, punish them, but if the group is big enough we get into
real trouble.”

I just
could not do anything but to nod at this, It felt right to agree with her. The
dragon within me was strong even when I felt mostly human. For a moment I was
doubting at that time and place, doubting if I should take my mother’s side or
not. “Mistress, I will help you. Trough I must be dragon first.” The queen
handing me a list written down on a piece of royal paper. “These are the list
of tasks you are expected to do. Bring me feed every morning, follow me around,
you know the deal. In the evening when we have time for just the two of us, I
will teach you draconic magic.”

And this
was how my strange servitude started, In the morning I would go to the kitchen
to collect the Queen’s meals, my own meal and bring the meal to the queen. We
would eat together, normally a slave would eat on its own. The breakfast was
the only time I gotten to eat food together, dinner and lunch where eaten
separately. Breakfast was my time to talk to mother without any issues, I could
speak freely. Yet I spoken like a slave to their masters, I did not want to get
too comfortable around my mother. One slip in public and I would be severely
punished by my own mother. I did not want to put my mother in such a position trough
I doubt she had much trouble with a punishment.

The days
where weird for me, I was happy I found my mother of course and she was a welt
of information. She put all the somatic memories of my mind in place. She
taught me about the dragons, more than any memory could. Society, how the
dragons ranked themselves. I started to become accustomed of the idea to show
my true eyes around her. Whenever we were in private I shown my draconic eyes,
for me it was a sign of trust. For my mother? Whenever she saw my draconic eyes
she turned softer, motherly. She told me how the door was built for my dad so
he could sneak in at any time when she had private time. They shared as much a
live a couple could do, within the boundaries of what was given. She shared the
same with me, Mother son behind closed door but in the open, she was a tough
mistress. I had no single excuse, no single room to slip up.

Yesterday I
met one of the princes, he was not bound by blood to my mother like I was. He
was a son of one of my mother’s far uncles. Prince of the northern clan, they
had no human slaves. He constantly belittled me, more than any dragon would do.
I was labelled as ‘food’, ‘animal’ or worse. At least the other dragons still
acknowledged my intellect.  Then my queen
did something I would never forget, something so unexpected that I had to try
hard not to lose my cool as a slave. “Xeir!” she called out after the insult
that drove all stakes. ‘So when you are going to eat this animal my queen’ was
the comment. He never spoken to me, trough that would be luckily, I started to
become hostile to this dragon if he did. My mother, Queen, she gazed stern at
him. “He is a slave not some piece of meat that you can just drag about! You
know why your clan is so weak? Because you refuse to embrace the new way of
life. Humans are among us and they are intelligent. So we put them to slave
work so they help us, we made us become gods in their eyes so they would never
dare to hurt us. Now my kingdom is thriving because of that hard work.”

The prince,
remained silent, it was the last comment I heard from him. I suspected my
mother to still keep a heart out for me. For too much harm, I could see it in
her eyes. Over the weeks I became sharp to my mother’s subtitle expressions.
From what I observed as slave, I noticed that dragons had a wider arrange of
expressions then any human I seen so far. Many where a complex combination of
expressions, it was easy to hide in some expression no one would know. My
mother always had a glimmer in her eyes when she was motherly. Hardly ever
noticeable unless you knew that she was a mother. The guards knew of course but
I was dead to the dragons, killed by a cruel dragon. No one would expect a mere
human to be the son of a queen. It was a funny stalemate to have, I could not
show and they could not see. If only I could become draconic again, then things
would be different.

But I have
to stop writing for now again, today is a special day for me. It’s my hatchday
apparently. So today I get to morn my death. I never had a true hatchday before
and this was apparently not the time to start. I just wonder trough, if my
mother would have something special for me later tonight.

After two
weeks of labour I can say; my mother got me something for my hatchday. Dammed I
never knew she could do such a thing. What she gave me was an old gift trough,
it was a photo of me, my mother and my dad together. I kept it in a hidden
drawer of my room. I liked the photo, it gave an odd sense of belonging, that I
had a family. I did want to ask how they gotten the picture, was did someone
else knew of my existence. If so, well not any more unless I make my return.

The return
did bother me, we both did not know how well I could become a dragon. Would the
effect be temporarily. How well could I walk, talk or eat? Could I fly? Yes
most of them would be able to covered up by saying I was enslaved myself…so
part of the truth. Just say humans did it not dragons, yet then again, it would
raise more suspicion.

On my
hatchday my mother showed me how to fly in the room. I could not test out how
to fly myself. But she let me feel her wings, how they moved and how her
muscles worked. She hoped that by observing her muscles I would learn the
basics. My magic also became more powerful, that was always something welcome.
I could transform my  hands into claws
and my face into a draconic yaw. I was getting there and it pumped my blood.
The more I could transform the more I was motivated. I started to accelerate
with my abilities until today. This evening, just a hour ago I became full
dragon. Bloody tail and all, wings too. I could see the joy in my mother’s eyes
when she laid eyes to my draconic form again, this was the son she knew. She
even placed a peck on my cheeks, we had no longer the slave, mistress boundary.
As long as I was dragon. Now I needed to return, I couldn’t just transform and suddenly
announce I was alive.

No tomorrow
my mother will bring me to an field trip into some forest at the edge of the
kingdom. It was a celebration for the coming of the new season and thus an
ideal moment to slip away. There I had to flee and wait for a full week. Make
sure I was not seen by any dragon, It would result in my death on the spot. I
told my mother that once I was out of sight, I would transform so even when
they searched for me, they only saw the dragon. That would be a lot easier. My
mother would give me a backpack with some new cloths, well old new cloths.
Everything had to look like I was surving for long in the wild. This will be my
last note in a while and if I stop writing…well that means I will be dead. Wish
me luck.

My
incarnation was smooth, looking back I see that I had barely any time to
actually write after I returned. You guess it trough, I am alive and kicking.
Since a few hours I am also king of the dragons. Still I have to feel this…king
of the dragons, king of the bloody dragons. The only thing around my neck was
my necklace with the name up on it. The cover story for the slave, I killed him
and feasted on him as it was my only meal. No one felt remorse and my coming
was a national festival.

I should
start at the start trough, how I came home. It was not easy, coming from the
edge of the kingdom to the palace. Beyond cloths I had no money and nearly no
food. It started with my spreading my wings in the forest, trying to get some
flying done. Being hatched a dragon, it should be easy for me right? Well not
that easy, I took a week to learn to fly, another week to make sure I did not
crash. In the mean time I survived from hunting small animals. I lived like the
dragon ancestors and I had to say I liked it more then I should have. Maybe
because this was the time I had ultimate, unlimited freedom.

After that
period in the forest, I had to get home, I could imagine my mother worrying
about me. Flying into the kingdom was easy being a dragon and all. Then trying
to find my way to the palace? Not as easy, I was in a different city, different
province in the kingdom. I walked among the dragons like I was one of them,
well I was but it still felt surreal. I was paranoid because I know that I
would be killed for what I am, the stares I gotten did not help. I was dirty
and horrible clothed. One dragon, I remember the colour of the scales as clear
as day, A nice golden colour. Pulled me aside to ask if I was alright. “No I
said” I really had to try hard and not say the words ‘master’ or ‘mistress’ It
was by now forced into my brain. “I have to go to the Queen castle” He laughed,
the draconic laugh that sounded more like a threatening growl. I never
understood in the mine that the guards where more often laughing and joking around
then actually angry at us. It seems that the lack of knowledge between the
human slaves and dragon causes a lot of the hate. I had to deem myself lucky,
well how much more luck could I get in my life. I was a dragon now. “And why
would we want to speak to the queen?” He half mocked me, a sarcastic tone
underlined his words. I simply had to point at a poster. In honour of my
hatchday, the queen had made a painting of what I would have looked like in my
adult hood. To morn my dead, incidentally the picture looked identical to me,
because hello I was not dead.

The golden
dragon looked between me and the poster, then to me, then to the poster, then
to me. “Mate” a dragoness with silver scales came up to her. “What is wrong?”
she asked worried. But as soon as she saw the poster, the same thing happened,
to me and then to the poster and to me again. She quickly grabbed a phone and
dialled some number.

Before I
knew I was carried off to the guards prison in the province. I could bang my
head against the wall. They did not see me as the son of the queen but an
imposter. I really should have asked my mother’s phone number. Again she would
be expecting me so it would not be long.

Apparently,
‘not long’ was two weeks for the dragons. Two weeks before I was finally released
after questioning. Not even an apology, seems they still did not trust me at
all. What I expected was some sort of transport towards the palace, what I
gotten was a map. Seemed the kingdom did not really communicate that well. I
took off into the sky to at least fly and get some distance. But would you
guess what happened, I nearly flew into a guard. So with about two hours of
freedom I was in trouble again. They asked me for some identification,
something I did not have. I just asked them if they could tell the queen I was
here. The guard laughed hard but then I showed him my little necklace with my
name. He took a moment and called someone.

In prison
again. Well I was now in a prison transport, the guard thought I stole it from
the queen. Well now I was brought towards the palace since the queen had to
charge me with theft. Out of the window from the truck I could see the world.
It all went by so quickly while we drove to the palace. Just a few more hours
and I was home.

I was
carried through the halls of the palace under distrusting eyes, towards the
throne room and finally in front of the queen, my mother. I was happy to see
her again as I looked up. She gave a soft barely noticeable nod so before the
guards could say a thing, I spoke to her. 
“Mother?” It felt a relieve to finally able to say it out loud. The room
with at least fourthy dragons went quite. The queen walked to me, the same slow
walk she made the day I was on my knees in this room as human slave. She
stopped in front of me and embraced me, in public.

That was
about two weeks ago, during that time we discussed plans and opinions and most
importantly I was preparing to be king. I still found it odd, king with my
mother as queen. Something I never expected, again this whole story is something
of the unexpected. I written down my mind on these few papers, it helped me
keep sane with the strange world around me. While I need some time to adjust,
my mother will help me. So my reader, I care not if you read this for a school
assignment, or for research. If you are human or dragon, just learn from my
story and realise that dragons and humans have a long complex relationship. I
just hope that my actions will set me as a just and rigorous ruler next to my
mother. I hope that when you read this you will look at me and realise that I
am still half human and half dragon. That I want to keep the peace between the
species and want to free the humans from slavery. This will be the last few
words on the pages. Maybe I sell it as a short memoirs or something, when the
time is right. When the dragons and humans are ready to face that I am both of
them in one person. So for now, farewell maybe we speak each other in the
future.

I am
Xeriantir the half blood, I am Matt the slave, I have been multiple forms and
names and they are all me.

I thought I
would never write again, that the story was over. I was wrong, I was deadly
wrong. Here I am in my human form so I do not get killed. I am writing today
again because mother got raped by humans today.

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